Wonder

Have we forgotten the pure joy of it?
The chance to wonder what a cloud is?
Slowing down to watch a day with a bug?
Holding hands with another to walk the
Large field of flowers and run, making
Our own pattern and rhythm with laughter.
Ring it out, wring out every wonder of
The day. Go in joy and peace, find the pure
Love of it, lost long ago, when insistence
On growing up and being serious weighed
Us down and took the ability to stand on
The edge and dare, dare to let go, to run
Free of all which binds us because we need
Those days of becoming like a child to
Fully live the others with the first breath
We took before we dove into mystery.